If I had listened to the evil side of my brain years ago, Cat Napping would still be an idea.

 

After twelve months of searching, I have found my next location for Cat Napping Suburban Retreat. For a warehouse it’s pretty bloody beautiful, light-filled, has a great feel about it, and it’s located in a fast growing Western suburbs community.

Then the fun bit of negotiating a lease took place. I tried my hardness, I played the “give a young chick a go” card. The price I got for the first year is pretty good, but the catch is a $20,000 bond.

I was disheartened for a few weeks, trying to work out how I could find $20,000 to lock it away for at least 3 years. Then, I read an article about crowdfunding and thought, why can’t I try this? So I ran a campaign on Indiegogo.com to help raise my $20,000 bond.

While this was happening, I noticed that I am waking up at 3am with my head whirling. I lay awake and the evil side of my brain turns on and starts questioning me like it did years ago.

How are you going to manage two catteries?

Where are you going to find trust worthy staff?

What if the new one doesn’t succeed and brings downs the other one?

When will you find the time to get married and start a family?

Do you actually think you have the strength to pull it off?

I suppose this is the difference between people who succeed and people who don’t. If I had listened to the evil side of my brain years ago, Cat Napping would still be an idea.

I am about to embark on opening my second location. Yes, I am terrified to the core. But the entrepreneurial blood flowing through my veins won’t let me give up.